Wake Up Break Up She stands there, her tongue tied. Her lips wont tell those rehearsed lies.
Pressure.Pressure.
It's buiding up.
She wants to resist him
But just won't give up.
Desire. Desire. Boiling in her blood.
She feels that she's got him.
Buts she sees the future's dim.
She needs to forget him soon.
Or she knows she'll be doomed.
She needs to stop this now.
She needs to say it's over.But how?
She does not want to let go.
Those so-called lies are the truth.She knows.
He is standing in front of her.
Right there, as they were.
Just about to sputter out her speech.
He turns to a blonde girl and says:
"You ready to go to the beach?"
Was that his way of dumping her?
She felt as small as an ant.
Sudddenly, she felt a total mess.
Her body filled with stress.
Maybe this was all a test.
She would need to do her best.
Then she thought a bit harder.
Thought about what her bestie tought her.
She realized it was time to move on.
That boy was clearly gone.
Fair Hair I'm simply flawless. I'm free, I remain lawless. People might insult. But I put it to a quick hault.
I bounce when put up. And flow when put down. Almost every day I get soaked with water. Then the soap gets all lathered. Which is the part that really matters.
Sometimes when in a rush. I get a quick brush. But something that really hurts is when you make me get burnt. Flat iron, you say? Just put that tretched thing away!
Rainbows.! Skittles package.
Box of crayola crayons.
Colorful magic markers. Construction paper.
Claires eyeshadow.
Paint splattered walls. Messy art class.
Disco Ball shining on the wall.
Bright colored skinny jeans. Colored eyeliner.
Dum dum lollipops.
Trix cereal.
My closet, 8:58pm, April 26, 2009, Band tee.
IceCreamTruck=Loveee Many children gather at the front steps of their house to watch.
As I come down the street, my music playing at top notch.
The inside of me is filled with frozen rainbow treats.
Colorful,delectable, &deliceous; Especially good in the heat.
I only come around in the summer.
It is such a bummer.
So next time I ride down your street,
Bring a few dollars to me,
& in return you'll get to taste something you see.
Sun :D Fireworks on the fourth of July.
Lit matches.
Flicker of a candle.
White light at the end of the tunnel.
Yellowish street lights.
Long neon green glow sticks.
Flashlights shining.
Moon lighting the darkened sky.
Glowing fireflies.
Warm fireplaces.
A lit up cellphone.
Lightbulb, Mallorys living room, 8:28pm, April 1.
I am... The upset one.
The regretful one.
The stubborn one. I am... A cat comforter.
Movie goer.
Time taker.
Ice tea maker. I am... That psycho shopper.
The makeup maniac.
An average teen. I am... Not the homework helper.
But yet the homework forgetter.
Average grade getter. I am... The girl who is way too skinny.
but not quite mini. I am... Constantly spaced out.
Bad listener.
The late sleeper. I am... The mean one.
The seen one.
Your best dream.
& yet your worst nightmare.
Person to Mirror I stand up perfectly straight.
I stand there looking at Kate.
She looks a lot like me.
In fact, she could be.
We're identical in almost every way.
But there are differences, I'll say.
I can be touched.
But her? Not so much.
The reason being that she is only my reflection.
Simply my reflection. Mirror to Person Who is that homely girl in front of me?
Why does she constantly stare at me all day?
Oh, how she poisons me with that blus colored mess.
Why does she put me through such stress?
Streak-free shine you say?
But for that, Is it worth the price I pay?!
I feel as if you control everything I do.
I cannot move for myself.
It is all up to you.
& do you know what hits so hard?
When I break and crumble into a pile of shards!
Mistakes.
She will regret.
&Probably wont forget.
They stay stuck her mind.
She cannot leave them behind.
Wish all she wants.
But that time still haunts.
One night,thats all it takes.
One night, and her heartbreaks.
She had gone too fast.
She wont be able to forget the past. Not finished!!:P
Ashily issa poettttt!
Faaaaa Realll.?!
Wake Up Break Up
She stands there, her tongue tied.
Her lips wont tell those rehearsed lies.
Pressure.Pressure.
It's buiding up.
She wants to resist him
But just won't give up.
Desire. Desire. Boiling in her blood.
She feels that she's got him.
Buts she sees the future's dim.
She needs to forget him soon.
Or she knows she'll be doomed.
She needs to stop this now.
She needs to say it's over.But how?
She does not want to let go.
Those so-called lies are the truth.She knows.
He is standing in front of her.
Right there, as they were.
Just about to sputter out her speech.
He turns to a blonde girl and says:
"You ready to go to the beach?"
Was that his way of dumping her?
She felt as small as an ant.
Sudddenly, she felt a total mess.
Her body filled with stress.
Maybe this was all a test.
She would need to do her best.
Then she thought a bit harder.
Thought about what her bestie tought her.
She realized it was time to move on.
That boy was clearly gone.
Fair Hair
I'm simply flawless.
I'm free, I remain lawless.
People might insult.
But I put it to a quick hault.
I bounce when put up.
And flow when put down.
Almost every day I get soaked with water.
Then the soap gets all lathered.
Which is the part that really matters.
Sometimes when in a rush.
I get a quick brush.
But something that really hurts is when you make me get burnt.
Flat iron, you say?
Just put that tretched thing away!
Rainbows.!
Skittles package.
Box of crayola crayons.
Colorful magic markers.
Construction paper.
Claires eyeshadow.
Paint splattered walls.
Messy art class.
Disco Ball shining on the wall.
Bright colored skinny jeans.
Colored eyeliner.
Dum dum lollipops.
Trix cereal.
My closet, 8:58pm, April 26, 2009, Band tee.
IceCreamTruck=Loveee
Many children gather at the front steps of their house to watch.
As I come down the street, my music playing at top notch.
The inside of me is filled with frozen rainbow treats.
Colorful,delectable, &deliceous; Especially good in the heat.
I only come around in the summer.
It is such a bummer.
So next time I ride down your street,
Bring a few dollars to me,
& in return you'll get to taste something you see.
Sun :D
Fireworks on the fourth of July.
Lit matches.
Flicker of a candle.
White light at the end of the tunnel.
Yellowish street lights.
Long neon green glow sticks.
Flashlights shining.
Moon lighting the darkened sky.
Glowing fireflies.
Warm fireplaces.
A lit up cellphone.
Lightbulb, Mallorys living room, 8:28pm, April 1.
I am...
The upset one.
The regretful one.
The stubborn one.
I am...
A cat comforter.
Movie goer.
Time taker.
Ice tea maker.
I am...
That psycho shopper.
The makeup maniac.
An average teen.
I am...
Not the homework helper.
But yet the homework forgetter.
Average grade getter.
I am...
The girl who is way too skinny.
but not quite mini.
I am...
Constantly spaced out.
Bad listener.
The late sleeper.
I am...
The mean one.
The seen one.
Your best dream.
& yet your worst nightmare.
Person to Mirror
I stand up perfectly straight.
I stand there looking at Kate.
She looks a lot like me.
In fact, she could be.
We're identical in almost every way.
But there are differences, I'll say.
I can be touched.
But her? Not so much.
The reason being that she is only my reflection.
Simply my reflection.
Mirror to Person
Who is that homely girl in front of me?
Why does she constantly stare at me all day?
Oh, how she poisons me with that blus colored mess.
Why does she put me through such stress?
Streak-free shine you say?
But for that, Is it worth the price I pay?!
I feel as if you control everything I do.
I cannot move for myself.
It is all up to you.
& do you know what hits so hard?
When I break and crumble into a pile of shards!
Mistakes.
She will regret.
&Probably wont forget.
They stay stuck her mind.
She cannot leave them behind.
Wish all she wants.
But that time still haunts.
One night,thats all it takes.
One night, and her heartbreaks.
She had gone too fast.
She wont be able to forget the past.
Not finished!!:P